Marbles in a large bowl- create lower pitched, rocky avalanche
Plastic jar full of jello candy- bigger rocks falling to the ground; earthquakey sound
A fire burning wood/snapping raw spaghetti - crackling of rocks
Shuffling of bookbag- sound of Indiana Jones opening his bag
Pouring sugar- sand
Beanie bag/stuffed animal hitting ground- bag of sand being put down
Rubber swing set- rope swinging
Running up the stairs- Running
Swinging a plastic ruler rapidly- makes "whoosh" sound of whip
Slapping someone- snap of a whip
Playing violin rapidly- suspenseful music
Friday, December 7, 2012
Tuesday, October 16, 2012
Antagonist vs. Protagonist Characters
Lindsey: timid, parrannoid, hates loud noises, dirty things, intimacy/touching, bacteria, creases, disorganization, social situations, oily foods, loud obnoxious eaters, crowded places etc. Basically has OCD and is unaware its taking over her life. She has an underlying problem but cant come to face it.
Trevor: Not a very deep character. Just shown to like Lindsey and is painfully awkward.
Mom: Worried. She knows Lindsey is having a hard time and doesnt know how to help her.
Trevor: Not a very deep character. Just shown to like Lindsey and is painfully awkward.
Mom: Worried. She knows Lindsey is having a hard time and doesnt know how to help her.
Thursday, October 11, 2012
Protagonist vs. Antagonist Story
OPENING SCENE:
Lindsey sits atop her stairs, listening closely to her mother having a conversation on the phone.
MOM: "Yeah...yeah, she's been doing alright....I dont know..[starts to cry]..she doesnt talk about it...yeah i know, i know, i just..i really worry. Shes just been so different lately..and i cant do anything about it [sobs]. "
Lindsey looks down thinking and walks up the stairs to her room. She closes the door behind her. She starts looking around. She sets her bed. She puts gloves and a face mask on that were near her bed She organizes her dresser and wipes the mirror, glancing at herself, then walking away. She dusts her shelves. She notices the creases on her bed and immediately smooths them. Lindsey walks towards her bathroom and opens the door and turns on the light. Bottles are strewn across the counters, stray hairs in the sink, water on the ground, makeup on the mirror. Lindsey starts to pant and she slams the door. She calms herself as she is still standing there infront of the bathroom door. Then she slowly opens the door, without looking or putting any of her body in but her arm and closes the lights quickly and closes the door behind her. She stands there panting.
SCENE 2:
Lindsey sits in class trying to write as the silent classroom works. Every squeak, crack, sound of writing, sound of someone clearing their throat, cough becomes louder and louder to her until the bell rings and the students get up to leave the classroom. Lindsey's still for a moment, trying to ease the anxiety off. Then she packs up her stuff and leaves the classroom.
She walks amidst the crowded halls. Smells crinkle her nose, body sweat making her cringe and she feels claustrophobic amongst the students. Sounds of laughter and conversation fills her ears. She escapes to the bathroom, sweat tribling down her forehead, and looks in the mirror. Girls are already in the bathroom. When they leave, she catches someone say, "Freak". She glances back at herself, then picks up her stuff and leaves.
SCENE 3:
As she walks out she bumps into Trevor, her crush. They exchange apologies, then get into eachothers' way when trying to walk away. Then he looks like he's about to say something. She waits for him to say something but then he doesnt say anything and nods his head and smiles. Then he expects her to say something but she just nods her head and says bye and nervously laughs. Then they get in eachothers' way again. Exasperated by the confusion, he lets her walk first and then he walks away.
Lindsey walks down the hall to lunch. She takes a deep breath, and slowly walks down the stairs to her lunch table. They greet her as she sits down. They all make casual conversation as she watches them opening their lunches with their bare hands. Obnoxiously eating. Talking with food in their mouth.
KRISTA: "What do you think?"
Caught off guard. LINDSEY: "Uh...the limit does not exist?"
The lunch table laughs.
KRISTA: "I mean about school lunches."
LINDSEY: "Uh..either too much sugar, not enough calcium, or high in cholestrol, have this weird texture to the plastic, which who knows where thats been? I mean its disgusting. "
The lunch table nods silently, trying not to react judgingly. Lindsey realizes how she looked and shrinks in her seat. The table continue talking about random things while Lindsey notices Trevor coming into the lunch cafeteria. He greets his friends and flirtatiously taps a girl on her arm. Then she goes back in her thoughts.
SCENE 4:
She sits at the dining table, staring at a beautiful fresh flower.
She walks to her fridge and opens it to find food unorganized and unkept. She gasps and quickly closes the door. She takes a look at the kitchen counter and the sink, wet and bacteria covered. She goes in a trance, until her dog's barking awakens her. She glances over at Woody who is glancing at her, and she makes her way toward the living room. She turns the tv on and flips to the channel, "My Weird Obsessions." The show talks about how a woman lives by OCD symptoms and how it is taking over her life. Lindsey immediately shuts it off. Woody glances at her in the silence. She rubs his ears.
LINDSEY: "You dont think im crazy do you?"
Woody walks away. Lindsey scoffs. She heads to her room and gets in bed.
Lindsey blinks, and then closes her eyes.
SCENE 5:
She's awoken by her alarm clock beeping abnormally loud. It beeps louder and louder. She tries her hardest to close it but it keeps beeping. She unplugs it but it keeps beeping. She runs to the bath room but closes it immediately because its a mess. She runs to her bedroom door but its locked. She screams and starts to bang on the door. She frantically looks around. She looks at the floor and it flashes into a mess. She screams. (While all this is happening noises from earlier are obnoxiously loud along with the alarm clock). She runs to her window but trips. She leans against her dresser and gets up and sees her dressor with everything astrewn. She screams and looks at her face in the mirror with writing that says, "FREAK". Lindsey shouts "NO!" and runs to her window and opens the curtain to garbage cans and recycling bins filled with maggot covered food and flies buzzing around it with smashed soda cans. She horrifyingly screams until the scream turns into the sound of her alarm clock Lindsey gets up and throws the alarm clock at the wall, crushing it. She pants as she lays back down in her bed, and stares at the ceiling.
She gets out of bed, sets it perfectly, and walks to her computer. She searches OCD. She reads the symptoms and gasps, putting a hand over her mouth. She continues to read when Woody comes in her room, making her jump.
SCENE 6:
Lindsey gets to school early and is locked out, so she sits on the bench. Meanwhile, she notices Trevor approaching. He notices her and nods and looks away, while she says hi and waves but then looks away to not look like shes trying to hard, but then looks back at him again only to make eye contact with him.
TREVOR: "What are you doing out here?"
LINDSEY: "Its locked."
TREVOR. "Oh."
He takes the seat next to her at the end of the bench. Lindsey has her hands between her legs nervously looking around while Trevor looks over at her then casually acts like he's scratching his head.
TREVOR: "So..uh..you goin to the game friday?"
LINDSEY: "Nah. Organized sports isnt usually my thing." She looks away in embarassment and scolds herself silently.
TREVOR: "Same..(Lindsey looks over surprised) so you wanna hang out?"
LINDSEY: "Uh yeah, sure. What...what do you wanna do?"
TREVOR: "Hm i dont know...im not much into planning stuff haha"
Lindsey nervously lies: "Yeah ha..same."
People start approaching the school. Trevor gets up, says goodbye and
"So 8 oclock ok?"
Lindsey nods and they both wave shyly at eachother. Lindsey's shown still sitting at the bench. She looks around in disbelief, and curses.
SCENE 9:
Shots of her room. Clean, dustless dresser. Organized bookshelf. Clean windows. Lindsey sit against the backboard of her bed staring out her window. The clock is ticking, and it gradually gets louder and louder until she looks over at the clock and its 730. The calender says its Friday. She gets a text a moment later from Trevor, asking if she was still up for the date. She hesitates, but replies yes.
She walks to her closet and opens it. Color coordinated and perfectly set. Her dresser is shown, hair brush and hair products on it. Lindsey aligns them. She sprays perfume on herself.
Shes standing infront of the mirror, her nice clothes are on. She brushes her hair stroke by stroke, making sure no strand goes untouched, and no strand goes unattached. She applies her eyeshadow very carefully, shading in all the right places. She applies blush to her checks artistly. She looks at herself in the mirror and fakes a smile. She remembers the word freak written on her mirror.
SCENE 10:
The doorbell rings. She smoothes her creases on her clothes, smoothes her hair, and looks at herself in the mirror one more time. She takes a deep breath, and opens the door. Trevor stands there and smiles. He says hi, then Lindsey steps outside when he thinks he's going inside her house. They both laugh nervously, still unaware of what their doing. Then Trevor replies
"Hungry?"
Lindsey smiles.
SCENE 10:
They pull into a McDonalds.
Lindsey looks around frantically, not thinking they were actually going to be there. She opens the door handle carefully with her index finger and thumb and steps on the pavement carefully. She looks in at the McDonalds.
They sit eating their burgers. Trevor happily eats his, smiling at Lindsey with a mouth full of food.
Lindsey sits there, faking a smile. She watches him eat, the sounds of food crunching and mushing. The grains of salt, the oils spilling out of his burger, the water dripping down the soda. Suddenly all sounds get louder. The working in the kitchen, the slamming of car doors, the cars speeding by. The munching. The ticking clock. The change jingling in someones pants. Someones loud laugh nearby. The drop of plates. The soda machine. Loud footsteps. Someone whispering "Freak". Trevor talking with his mouth full.
Lindsey trembles from the sounds booming in her head. She clasps her head with her hands.
TREVOR: "Is something wrong?"
She whimpers. Then she gets up and bolts out of the McDonalds. Running down the street. Every sound, noise and smell echoing through her mind. She cries and is frightened by every light and car passing her by. The word "Freak" is spoken louder and louder. She stands there, not sure where to go. She starts thinking.
She's walking through a forest. Bare, muddy feet. She sits on a blanket, the sun shining down. Flowers are growing by weeds. Puddles of water. Birds chirping. Moldy wood on trees. She laughs, joking with her sister. They joke around, throwing food at eachother.
Shes back to reality. The memory bringing her to tears. Trevor runs down to her, touching her arm.
TREVOR: "Hey why'd you leave? Are you okay?"
LINDSEY: "Yeah..yeah im fine im.." Trevor and Lindsey lock a gaze. He knows she's upset.
"I cant let it go..i just cant." Trevor hugs her tightly amongst the cars whizzing by them.
SCENE 11:
Lindsey's opening her bathroom door slowly, cautiously.
TREVOR: "You can do it." He nods at her reassuringly. She hesitates, but walks in with bare feet and turns on the light. She looks at the messy sink. And looks at the picture of her and her sister on the mirror. Then she reaches towards the filthy sink with her bare, trembling hand. Before she touches it, the screen goes black.
THE END.
Lindsey sits atop her stairs, listening closely to her mother having a conversation on the phone.
MOM: "Yeah...yeah, she's been doing alright....I dont know..[starts to cry]..she doesnt talk about it...yeah i know, i know, i just..i really worry. Shes just been so different lately..and i cant do anything about it [sobs]. "
Lindsey looks down thinking and walks up the stairs to her room. She closes the door behind her. She starts looking around. She sets her bed. She puts gloves and a face mask on that were near her bed She organizes her dresser and wipes the mirror, glancing at herself, then walking away. She dusts her shelves. She notices the creases on her bed and immediately smooths them. Lindsey walks towards her bathroom and opens the door and turns on the light. Bottles are strewn across the counters, stray hairs in the sink, water on the ground, makeup on the mirror. Lindsey starts to pant and she slams the door. She calms herself as she is still standing there infront of the bathroom door. Then she slowly opens the door, without looking or putting any of her body in but her arm and closes the lights quickly and closes the door behind her. She stands there panting.
SCENE 2:
Lindsey sits in class trying to write as the silent classroom works. Every squeak, crack, sound of writing, sound of someone clearing their throat, cough becomes louder and louder to her until the bell rings and the students get up to leave the classroom. Lindsey's still for a moment, trying to ease the anxiety off. Then she packs up her stuff and leaves the classroom.
She walks amidst the crowded halls. Smells crinkle her nose, body sweat making her cringe and she feels claustrophobic amongst the students. Sounds of laughter and conversation fills her ears. She escapes to the bathroom, sweat tribling down her forehead, and looks in the mirror. Girls are already in the bathroom. When they leave, she catches someone say, "Freak". She glances back at herself, then picks up her stuff and leaves.
SCENE 3:
As she walks out she bumps into Trevor, her crush. They exchange apologies, then get into eachothers' way when trying to walk away. Then he looks like he's about to say something. She waits for him to say something but then he doesnt say anything and nods his head and smiles. Then he expects her to say something but she just nods her head and says bye and nervously laughs. Then they get in eachothers' way again. Exasperated by the confusion, he lets her walk first and then he walks away.
Lindsey walks down the hall to lunch. She takes a deep breath, and slowly walks down the stairs to her lunch table. They greet her as she sits down. They all make casual conversation as she watches them opening their lunches with their bare hands. Obnoxiously eating. Talking with food in their mouth.
KRISTA: "What do you think?"
Caught off guard. LINDSEY: "Uh...the limit does not exist?"
The lunch table laughs.
KRISTA: "I mean about school lunches."
LINDSEY: "Uh..either too much sugar, not enough calcium, or high in cholestrol, have this weird texture to the plastic, which who knows where thats been? I mean its disgusting. "
The lunch table nods silently, trying not to react judgingly. Lindsey realizes how she looked and shrinks in her seat. The table continue talking about random things while Lindsey notices Trevor coming into the lunch cafeteria. He greets his friends and flirtatiously taps a girl on her arm. Then she goes back in her thoughts.
SCENE 4:
She sits at the dining table, staring at a beautiful fresh flower.
She walks to her fridge and opens it to find food unorganized and unkept. She gasps and quickly closes the door. She takes a look at the kitchen counter and the sink, wet and bacteria covered. She goes in a trance, until her dog's barking awakens her. She glances over at Woody who is glancing at her, and she makes her way toward the living room. She turns the tv on and flips to the channel, "My Weird Obsessions." The show talks about how a woman lives by OCD symptoms and how it is taking over her life. Lindsey immediately shuts it off. Woody glances at her in the silence. She rubs his ears.
LINDSEY: "You dont think im crazy do you?"
Woody walks away. Lindsey scoffs. She heads to her room and gets in bed.
Lindsey blinks, and then closes her eyes.
SCENE 5:
She's awoken by her alarm clock beeping abnormally loud. It beeps louder and louder. She tries her hardest to close it but it keeps beeping. She unplugs it but it keeps beeping. She runs to the bath room but closes it immediately because its a mess. She runs to her bedroom door but its locked. She screams and starts to bang on the door. She frantically looks around. She looks at the floor and it flashes into a mess. She screams. (While all this is happening noises from earlier are obnoxiously loud along with the alarm clock). She runs to her window but trips. She leans against her dresser and gets up and sees her dressor with everything astrewn. She screams and looks at her face in the mirror with writing that says, "FREAK". Lindsey shouts "NO!" and runs to her window and opens the curtain to garbage cans and recycling bins filled with maggot covered food and flies buzzing around it with smashed soda cans. She horrifyingly screams until the scream turns into the sound of her alarm clock Lindsey gets up and throws the alarm clock at the wall, crushing it. She pants as she lays back down in her bed, and stares at the ceiling.
She gets out of bed, sets it perfectly, and walks to her computer. She searches OCD. She reads the symptoms and gasps, putting a hand over her mouth. She continues to read when Woody comes in her room, making her jump.
SCENE 6:
Lindsey gets to school early and is locked out, so she sits on the bench. Meanwhile, she notices Trevor approaching. He notices her and nods and looks away, while she says hi and waves but then looks away to not look like shes trying to hard, but then looks back at him again only to make eye contact with him.
TREVOR: "What are you doing out here?"
LINDSEY: "Its locked."
TREVOR. "Oh."
He takes the seat next to her at the end of the bench. Lindsey has her hands between her legs nervously looking around while Trevor looks over at her then casually acts like he's scratching his head.
TREVOR: "So..uh..you goin to the game friday?"
LINDSEY: "Nah. Organized sports isnt usually my thing." She looks away in embarassment and scolds herself silently.
TREVOR: "Same..(Lindsey looks over surprised) so you wanna hang out?"
LINDSEY: "Uh yeah, sure. What...what do you wanna do?"
TREVOR: "Hm i dont know...im not much into planning stuff haha"
Lindsey nervously lies: "Yeah ha..same."
People start approaching the school. Trevor gets up, says goodbye and
"So 8 oclock ok?"
Lindsey nods and they both wave shyly at eachother. Lindsey's shown still sitting at the bench. She looks around in disbelief, and curses.
SCENE 9:
Shots of her room. Clean, dustless dresser. Organized bookshelf. Clean windows. Lindsey sit against the backboard of her bed staring out her window. The clock is ticking, and it gradually gets louder and louder until she looks over at the clock and its 730. The calender says its Friday. She gets a text a moment later from Trevor, asking if she was still up for the date. She hesitates, but replies yes.
She walks to her closet and opens it. Color coordinated and perfectly set. Her dresser is shown, hair brush and hair products on it. Lindsey aligns them. She sprays perfume on herself.
Shes standing infront of the mirror, her nice clothes are on. She brushes her hair stroke by stroke, making sure no strand goes untouched, and no strand goes unattached. She applies her eyeshadow very carefully, shading in all the right places. She applies blush to her checks artistly. She looks at herself in the mirror and fakes a smile. She remembers the word freak written on her mirror.
SCENE 10:
The doorbell rings. She smoothes her creases on her clothes, smoothes her hair, and looks at herself in the mirror one more time. She takes a deep breath, and opens the door. Trevor stands there and smiles. He says hi, then Lindsey steps outside when he thinks he's going inside her house. They both laugh nervously, still unaware of what their doing. Then Trevor replies
"Hungry?"
Lindsey smiles.
SCENE 10:
They pull into a McDonalds.
Lindsey looks around frantically, not thinking they were actually going to be there. She opens the door handle carefully with her index finger and thumb and steps on the pavement carefully. She looks in at the McDonalds.
They sit eating their burgers. Trevor happily eats his, smiling at Lindsey with a mouth full of food.
Lindsey sits there, faking a smile. She watches him eat, the sounds of food crunching and mushing. The grains of salt, the oils spilling out of his burger, the water dripping down the soda. Suddenly all sounds get louder. The working in the kitchen, the slamming of car doors, the cars speeding by. The munching. The ticking clock. The change jingling in someones pants. Someones loud laugh nearby. The drop of plates. The soda machine. Loud footsteps. Someone whispering "Freak". Trevor talking with his mouth full.
Lindsey trembles from the sounds booming in her head. She clasps her head with her hands.
TREVOR: "Is something wrong?"
She whimpers. Then she gets up and bolts out of the McDonalds. Running down the street. Every sound, noise and smell echoing through her mind. She cries and is frightened by every light and car passing her by. The word "Freak" is spoken louder and louder. She stands there, not sure where to go. She starts thinking.
She's walking through a forest. Bare, muddy feet. She sits on a blanket, the sun shining down. Flowers are growing by weeds. Puddles of water. Birds chirping. Moldy wood on trees. She laughs, joking with her sister. They joke around, throwing food at eachother.
Shes back to reality. The memory bringing her to tears. Trevor runs down to her, touching her arm.
TREVOR: "Hey why'd you leave? Are you okay?"
LINDSEY: "Yeah..yeah im fine im.." Trevor and Lindsey lock a gaze. He knows she's upset.
"I cant let it go..i just cant." Trevor hugs her tightly amongst the cars whizzing by them.
SCENE 11:
Lindsey's opening her bathroom door slowly, cautiously.
TREVOR: "You can do it." He nods at her reassuringly. She hesitates, but walks in with bare feet and turns on the light. She looks at the messy sink. And looks at the picture of her and her sister on the mirror. Then she reaches towards the filthy sink with her bare, trembling hand. Before she touches it, the screen goes black.
THE END.
Saturday, September 22, 2012
I Remember..
Smells.
- the heavy heat of sweat and spice
- the sweet smell of straw mixed with horse poop
- fresh cut grass
- sweet smell of fruit
- dust and mold
- bath water
- trash
- rain water
- rain drops on my skin
- heat and humidity
- falling down the stairs
- cutting my finger and getting stitches
- swollen throat when i cried
- hiccups
- falling and scraping my knees on the driveway
Randoms.
- cutting my hair
- making funny faces in the mirror
- blinking
- yelling
- ignorance
What is Creativity
What is Creativity?
Everyone has their own creativity. It is what makes up the imagination. I think creativity comes from within the deep imagination where no one else could access. It's a priviledge to have. I love how i can think of things no one else can, and maybe they have, but i know that even if someone else had that same idea, it still came from my own mind. That's what i think is rare for people. To think of original ideas because alot of the time the ideas we have run off of others ideas, it's natural. Being creative to me is thinking for myself and seeing things in different perspectives that no one else can. Its very liberating to see and feel things that no one else can see but you. And when you apply those original ideas to your life and to your artwork, you have true creativity.
I love applying creativity to my artwork. Ive always said things and done things that people always thought were strange, but whenever i apply it to my artwork, people seem to like it. Weird right? That creativity can come in different varieties? When most people hear the word creativity, they thing art, but i think its more than that. Its living and being something that no one else can be. You "create" something new and unique. You try to see things differently, and you take on things unfamiliar to you. Creativity to me, is not just artwork, but the way you live your life And i try to remind myself that when i feel different or weird or like an outcast, i know that is when im being fully creative. Its a sacrifice you have to make to not conform to others' ideas.
Conforming is one of my biggest fears. I never want to become someone's idea of acceptable. And that is huge in creativity. Many people have such great potential to be imaginitive, original, CREATIVE people, but many dont see that in themselves, or dont want to. And if everyone just looked in their heads without thinking, im sure they'd see some pretty weird, original, CREATIVE things. I strive to be that person. To be original is what makes creativity at its best.
Everyone has their own creativity. It is what makes up the imagination. I think creativity comes from within the deep imagination where no one else could access. It's a priviledge to have. I love how i can think of things no one else can, and maybe they have, but i know that even if someone else had that same idea, it still came from my own mind. That's what i think is rare for people. To think of original ideas because alot of the time the ideas we have run off of others ideas, it's natural. Being creative to me is thinking for myself and seeing things in different perspectives that no one else can. Its very liberating to see and feel things that no one else can see but you. And when you apply those original ideas to your life and to your artwork, you have true creativity.
I love applying creativity to my artwork. Ive always said things and done things that people always thought were strange, but whenever i apply it to my artwork, people seem to like it. Weird right? That creativity can come in different varieties? When most people hear the word creativity, they thing art, but i think its more than that. Its living and being something that no one else can be. You "create" something new and unique. You try to see things differently, and you take on things unfamiliar to you. Creativity to me, is not just artwork, but the way you live your life And i try to remind myself that when i feel different or weird or like an outcast, i know that is when im being fully creative. Its a sacrifice you have to make to not conform to others' ideas.
Conforming is one of my biggest fears. I never want to become someone's idea of acceptable. And that is huge in creativity. Many people have such great potential to be imaginitive, original, CREATIVE people, but many dont see that in themselves, or dont want to. And if everyone just looked in their heads without thinking, im sure they'd see some pretty weird, original, CREATIVE things. I strive to be that person. To be original is what makes creativity at its best.
Friday, September 14, 2012
Short Story Reflection
·
His side, her side.
He considered this as he sipped the
whiskey
·
The girl sat on the bed. She pushed off her
shoes and lay back. She thought she could see a star
·
He looked at them as they sat at the table. In
the lamplight, there was something about their faces. It was nice or it was
nasty. There was no telling.
·
She kept talking. She told everyone. There was
more to it, and she was trying to get it talked out. After a time, she quit
trying.
1.
The chiffonier stood a few feet from the foot of
the bed. He had emptied the drawers into cartons that morning, and the cartons
were in the living room. A portable heater was next to the chiffonier. A rattan
chair with a decorator pillow stood at the foot of the bed. The buffed aluminum
kitchen set took up a part of the driveway. A yellow muslin cloth, much too
large, a gift, covered the table and hung down over the sides. A potted fern
was on the table, and a few feet away from this stood a sofa and chair and a
floor lamp. The desk was pushed against the garage door. A few utensils were on
the desk, along with a wall clock and two framed prints. There was also in the
driveway a carton with cups, glasses, and plates, each object wrapped in
newspaper. That morning he had cleared out the closets, and except for the
three cartons in the living room, all the stuff was out of the home. He had run
an extension cord on out there and everything was connected. Things worked, no
different from how it was when they were inside
In the kitchen,
he poured another drink and looked at the bedroom suite in his front yard. The
mattress was stripped and the candy-striped sheets lay beside two pillows on
the chiffonier. Except for that, things looked much the way they had in the
bedroom—nightstand and reading lamp on his side of the bed, nightstand and
reading lamp on her side
2.
“The place” is describes as almost lonely, like
something was once there but faded away. When I read these passages, I almost
felt nostalgia for the place. I could feel the memories that lingered and how
the author made it seem as if the
man was leaving it. I was haunting.
3.
The passages I chose talk about the place as an empty,
and done with. Everything is being put out to be sold. It’s important to know because
the way it is described, there was a woman who once lived there, so it shows
her absence and her memory still there even when everything including her is
not there.
Tuesday, September 11, 2012
Media Arts Movie Evalutation
Criteria: Group Movie Project
Describe your role in the production of the class movie. How did your contribution make things more efficient? How did you help make the movie better? What specific contributions did you make? Did you go above and beyond, or simply show up? Be honest.
I was just an anonymous weirdo who had no particular action in the film. I also directed for a day and i edited the last scene. I think i made things more efficient by the editing because i made it easier for the film to be put together as a whole. The movie was made better by making it more flowing and less awkwardly filmed. I specifically edited the last scene. When i edit i like doing things on my own because i see it in my own head. I dont think i went above and beyond, but i did try, and i hope to try harder next time.
Describe one or more things you learned about the writing process that you did not know before working on this project.
I didnt know that it took so much revision! It takes alot of work keeping in mind what is possible and what would work as a film.
Describe one or more things you learned about the production (filming) process that you did not know before working on this project.
I didnt know that it took such specific directions and actions. Its also easy to get inspired, i thought it would be word for word, but when you get inspired while filming anything works. Its very broad.
Describe one or more things you learned about the post-production (editing, sound, etc.) process that you did not know before working on this project.
I didnt know that so many people had work to do for one film! Everyone is a part of the masterpiece, it isnt just the director.
Are you satisfied with the final product? Why or why not? Be honest.
Im a fan of comedies and such, but i wish there was more depth to the story. Its understandable that we couldnt put much in, but i think we could have been just a bit more creative or artistic. Personally i like to direct and create on my own, and use my own ideas because i see things differently in my mind.
Suggest one improvement for next year’s class. What could I do to make it easier/better/more informative/more fun?
I think what you have going is great! Its fun, i just think to get people pumped for filmmaking and such, you should show some of your work, or just inspire us more so we feel more passionate about this class.
Evaluation
Individual Contribution to Pre-Production Excellent | Good | Average | Poor
Individual Contribution to Production Excellent | Good | Average | Poor
Individual Contribution to Post-Production Excellent | Good | Average | Poor
Describe your role in the production of the class movie. How did your contribution make things more efficient? How did you help make the movie better? What specific contributions did you make? Did you go above and beyond, or simply show up? Be honest.
I was just an anonymous weirdo who had no particular action in the film. I also directed for a day and i edited the last scene. I think i made things more efficient by the editing because i made it easier for the film to be put together as a whole. The movie was made better by making it more flowing and less awkwardly filmed. I specifically edited the last scene. When i edit i like doing things on my own because i see it in my own head. I dont think i went above and beyond, but i did try, and i hope to try harder next time.
Describe one or more things you learned about the writing process that you did not know before working on this project.
I didnt know that it took so much revision! It takes alot of work keeping in mind what is possible and what would work as a film.
Describe one or more things you learned about the production (filming) process that you did not know before working on this project.
I didnt know that it took such specific directions and actions. Its also easy to get inspired, i thought it would be word for word, but when you get inspired while filming anything works. Its very broad.
Describe one or more things you learned about the post-production (editing, sound, etc.) process that you did not know before working on this project.
I didnt know that so many people had work to do for one film! Everyone is a part of the masterpiece, it isnt just the director.
Are you satisfied with the final product? Why or why not? Be honest.
Im a fan of comedies and such, but i wish there was more depth to the story. Its understandable that we couldnt put much in, but i think we could have been just a bit more creative or artistic. Personally i like to direct and create on my own, and use my own ideas because i see things differently in my mind.
Suggest one improvement for next year’s class. What could I do to make it easier/better/more informative/more fun?
I think what you have going is great! Its fun, i just think to get people pumped for filmmaking and such, you should show some of your work, or just inspire us more so we feel more passionate about this class.
Evaluation
Individual Contribution to Pre-Production Excellent | Good | Average | Poor
Individual Contribution to Production Excellent | Good | Average | Poor
Individual Contribution to Post-Production Excellent | Good | Average | Poor
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